The garage decided they couldn’t repair the van this week, having decided that I was “on holiday” this week so wouldn’t be wanting it until next week. Nibblers!

Dad has picked it up, and has test driven it after re-bleeding the radiator. He’ll be giving it a blast on the M180 tomorrow so we’ll see how it fares.

Some of the folks on Club 80-90 think it might be a cracked cylinder head, so it’s fingers crossed that it passes the stress test.

Glasto tickets have been delivered, though there isn’t a campervan sticker, just a ticket. That’s been looked at.

The packing is proceding in a slow but relentless manner.

We’re both missing the cat a lot. Every time you open a door, you expect to see him there. We should see him when we go and pick up the van though, and Mum says he’s doing just fine.